The Voice In My Head Book Novels & Stories

My brain was a chaotic soup of shame and need and Lucian Lucian Lucian and I was about to completely lose my mind. And then I heard it. A voice. In my head. “That wasn’t a dream, little girl.” I froze. Like fully froze. “Who the fuck..who the fuck just said that?” I looked around. No one was there. I opened the closet. Checked under the bed. Nothing. Empty. Still alone. “Okay. Okay. So now I’m insane. I’ve officially lost it. My brain just snapped. I came so hard in my sleep that I unlocked my third eye.”

I hit a wall hard, some kind of force throwing me back like I’m nothing. I start hyperventilating as my body feels foreign, like it’s not my own. My brain feels like it’s going through a vice and hurts so bad I think I’m going to pass out… Before it gets too bad, I hear a voice in my head. “Hello” ‘Hello?…’ I said back in my head thinking I’m fucking crazy for talking to myself. “You are not crazy and you’re not talking to yourself Lily,” it said again, sounding so majestic and lovely..

His voice softened, gazing at me earnestly “Something’s going on in that head of yours.” Of course I could’ve told him the truth, like I’d tried to earlier; that my brain was fully occupied with half-baked ideas for escape, and very horny, very confusing feelings about two very different men in an even more confusing book world. I could've told him that I was tired of eating dodgy meat and that I missed chowing down on Doritos in my tiny studio apartment and not this half-medieval, half-feral world. But if he thought I was crazy before, then he definitely still would now. My poor Luna has bonked her head somewhere and is slowly going insane, how can I help her get back to normal? That’s prob

He didn't look at all like someone who'd just said such things. I shook my head, thinking that maybe I needed to see a neurologist. Normally, one wouldn't be able to get a word out of Chase at all—if he could convey something in one sentence, he definitely wouldn't say two. There was no way he could've said such brazen things. I'd probably imagined it. I decided to make an appointment to see a neurologist the following day. I wanted to know whether I'd come down with something terminal. But before I could make time to go to the hospital, I was forced to work overtime for about two weeks. When I finally got the time to rest, I decided to make the most of it. I got in bed and drifted off to sl

‘You could be buried alive, right beneath you,’ a creepy voice whispered in my head, and my eyes, which were shut, snapped open. Chills broke out on my back, and I swung my head toward the door, which stood tilted to the side. “Why would I be buried alive?" I whispered to myself, shivering at the thoughts. ‘Why don't you find out, right beneath you?’ My eyes widened when I realized that the voice in my head was real. It was speaking to me, reading my thoughts, and listening to my words, but what dismayed me was that it wasn't my wolf. It was something else.

In fact, all this time I was desperately blocking out stimuli that were trying to enter. I heard voices outside the room where I sat with a book on my lap. I closed my eyes and slowly his words filled my mind again. "This book is for you. Read it whenever you feel annoyed, hopeless, nervous, or afraid. There is a lot of good motivation that will make you come back to yourself," he said. His voice was soft and soothing, deep and pleasant. After years of being apart, I finally realized, that it wasn't this book in my lap that made me calm every time I read its contents, in the bad situations I faced. It was his voice. Him.

My hands shook slightly as I ended the call. I changed quickly. Jeans. Hoodie. Shoes by the door. I kissed Aria gently on the forehead, adjusted the blanket around her, and whispered that I’d be back soon. As I grabbed my keys and turned toward the door, something strange happened. A voice, gentle but bright, spoke clearly inside my head. Finally. You can hear me. I froze. I hadn’t heard a sound out loud. It wasn’t coming from the hallway or the apartment. It was inside me, threaded through my mind like silk through fabric.

It hits the wall across my room before landing on the floor with a loud thud as its pages bend and crumble, destroying half the book. I clutch my head and sit in silence but my peace is cut short when the voices in my head start to play... ‘You can’t read!’ ‘Get out and never show your ugly ass face again.’ ‘You’re just a worthless piece of shit!’ ‘Why are you even alive?’ ‘Mom wants to talk to you.’ ‘She doesn’t have a mate.’ ‘And if you fail... you’ll never see the sun again.’ ‘Look at her, how pathetic she is.’ ‘She’ll die young.’

The expression on his face and his fingers gripping the wheel tightly told me he wasn’t mincing words, and he was troubled by this realization. “What… what do you mean you heard someone’s voice in your head?” I stammered. He shrugged. “Exactly what I said. It seemed bizarre at first—I thought I was imagining things, but now that I think about it… I did hear a voice in my head. I was the only one standing outside, and I can definitely tell when someone says something I didn’t say.” “This voice…” I began, pausing to gather my thoughts. I had an idea what the root of this occurrence could be, but I wanted to keep that possibility as far away as possible. “What did it say?”

“Why in the world did I try to kiss him? I’m a huge nerd! I withdraw from myself and my deeds. I was not thinking at all, and if I had been thinking, I would have realized that was incredibly foolish and careless. Isabella, you were doing foolishly! “She finally admits it,” I rolled my eyes at the obnoxious voice in my brain. All I wanted was for it to stop talking and go away from me. The small voice in my head scoffs back at me, saying, “Hey, I heard that.” as though I gave a damn. Who are you anyhow, wait? “I am you foolish,” it whispered to me.